"What are you thinking about?" Tang Wanzhuang's soft voice came from beside her.
Zhao Changhe came back to his senses and smiled, "It's nothing, I was distracted for a moment!"
Did Ying Wu's words remind you of something?" Tang Wanzhuang continued to give him medicine and said: I also think your luck is extraordinary. It feels like you have gone straight to the ancient times, and you seem to have guidance."
Zhao Changhe wrinkled his face and drank a spoonful: "Your tone makes it sound like you have felt this way for a long time, but you don't really care about it?"
Tang Wanzhuang said: "I have never encountered this kind of thing before, so I can't tell what it is...
You hid it and didn't tell me. After all, you didn't believe me that much. Zhao Changhe's face twisted like a Muggle.
The smell of jade is almost overflowing. Tang Wanzhuang said that, but she was not unhappy at all. She was still gently feeding the medicine with her hand, and continued: "I just care about the uselessness. Are you willing to give up tracing back to ancient times?" ?Even give up on your own path of spiritual practice?
Zhao Changhe said: "I can't give up!"
So what's the use of thinking too much? It can only be timid. "
Tang Wanzhuang smiled: It's good to have a foundation in your heart. When you encounter relevant things in the future, you will have already figured it out... so that you won't be caught off guard... In short, no matter what happens, only when you have advanced in cultivation, can you have room for self-choice. Like His Majesty, no matter whether His Majesty's current situation is good or bad, "it is always his own choice."
Zhao Changhe's jaw dropped: "That's true!"
"In short, since His Majesty has a precedent, it is for you to refer to. It is better than having no reference and being blind.
Tang Wanzhuang had a sense of proportion in his heart. Whether Zhao Changhe was the prince he wanted to support or someone who had deteriorated, he should have his own secrets and his own decisions. Whether he was a minister or something else, he had to do everything. He is an auxiliary, and he just talks about it in a petty manner. He will not really get to the bottom of it. In fact, there is still a disrespectful word in his heart that he has not said out. I feel that in this matter, Xia Longyuan is like Zhao Changhe's king.
"Have you relaxed in your heart? If you have relaxed, take medicine!" Tang Wanzhuang said angrily: "There is obviously Buddhist holy medicine that can cure injuries, but I just want to touch it and don't want it. Is it comfortable to lie down for an extra month now?"
Zhao Changhe watched her gently feeding the medicine, and drank it in small sips. The medicine was obviously very bitter, but it was full of Tang. "It's worth it if I can touch it more and lie down for a month..."
Tang Wanzhuang pretended to cover his face with the medicine bowl. Zhao Changhe protected his face with both hands. In fact, the medicine was gone. Tang Wanzhuang put the medicine bowl aside and angrily pulled his hand away... took out a silk scarf and gave it to him. He wiped his mouth: "Now he's just like a child who can't take care of himself, right? He can't take medicine and it won't be a problem. "You can't even wipe your mouth?"
Zhao Changhe said confidently: "I am Gu Bao... What do I have to do when my aunt is here?"
"Who is your aunt?"
"Go out and ask, who doesn't know that Tang Buqi is my brother?"
Tang Buqi has never been treated like this in his life. You want to be like him, right? Then I'll get a broom..."
"What are you doing with that?" Tang Buqi has been beaten like this since he was a child.
"I'm not a close relative, so the treatment is different."
Tang Wanzhuang twisted the silk scarf around his mouth fiercely, until he couldn't make any more noises like "No, no, no". Then she put the scarf away with satisfaction, and wanted to get up to clean it up. Just when she stood up, His wrist was pulled, and when he looked down, Zhao Changhe's eyes were bright and he looked like he couldn't bear to let you go.
Tang Wanzhuang felt soft in her heart, and said softly: "Okay, I'm just like a child, I'll take care of... me." After finishing her words, a strong force came from her wrist. Tang Wanzhuang did not resist and "took advantage of the situation" to cut in. In his arms, the idiot groaned, and his chest hurt.
Tang Wanzhuang looked up at him angrily: "Are you still having fun?
"Play!" Zhao Changhe hugged her and turned over, then easily pressed her under him and kissed her till the sky was dark.
Tang Wanzhuang closed her eyes and catered. She is so used to it now. Sometimes she wonders, is he a master of fishing for big fish? Yesterday, I was struggling with dual cultivation. I didn't know if I wanted to. If He insisted on dual cultivation, but he probably refused in the end. He may not succeed, but his status in his heart plummeted. In the end, he tapped the acupuncture points to prevent himself from giving the medicine to him, and completely stuffed it into himself. In his mouth, he didn't share even a hint of the potency of this medicine, and he only thought about the recovery of her meridians.
Tang Wanzhuang knew that at that moment, her heartstrings were plucked, just like the spring breeze blowing through the spring water, causing ripples on the calm lake surface. Even Suzaku came, and he couldn't help but show her affection in front of her. , the meridians are calm, but the heart is moving, and it has not stopped until today, just like the Q bullet outside the atrium of the heart is now held in his hand, from the inside to the outside, he still lowers his head to eat Tang, saying that it is sweet. .
Even if he was fishing for a big fish, it would be too late to wake up...
You don't want to be a princess, you don't want to be a princess, you don't want to be your master, but now I don't want to mention it, so I still mention the master. How can I be so happy to be gnawed under me by my apprentice?
"Okay..." Tang Wanzhuang suddenly reached out and pressed his head to his chest to prevent him from moving, "You are injured. I can feel that you are enduring the pain when you do these actions. How can you be like this? "
Zhao Changhe pretended to be dead and lay motionless. He wanted to cry but had no tears in his heart. It really hurt and he couldn't enjoy it to the fullest... let alone take it one step further... He obviously felt that she was willing, but now he couldn't. Who knows this kind of pain.
"You are being asked to act like a hero and give me all the medicine?" Tang Wanzhuang could see his depression and turned over with a smile. Zhao Changhe lay on the side like a dead dog. Tang Wanzhuang leaned her head sideways and looked at him, " Have you run out of the medicine from the Four Elephants Sect?"
"No, but it won't be cured so quickly..." Zhao Changhe said vaguely, "I guess it will take a week!"
What does a week mean?”
"Oh, seven days!"
Zhao Changhe is so depressed. The atmosphere is just right now, and he is absolutely willing to put on his evening makeup. Let it cool down for seven days. It would be a tragedy if he puts it on again.
Tang Wanzhuang was applying the medicine: "These II women are a bit ruthless in their actions. They actually searched the soul. Now the remaining soul is still in a daze. I don't know how long it will take to become normal... It makes us unable to ask anything we want to ask. ”
"Will you become an idiot?
"No, after all, the level of the remnant soul is higher than ours. It will be temporarily shaken and chaotic, but it will be able to recover after a while... If you give it some treatment, it will be faster!"
Tang Wanzhuang stood up and combed her messy hair and clothes: "After all, I still have to take care of this matter. Otherwise, if you go to the Ancient Spirit Clan, it will be bad before it recovers. Those two women are really unreasonable..."
Zhao Changhe was stunned for a moment: "What does it matter if I go to the Ancient Spirit Clan?
"I think it would be beneficial for you to take it with you. It knows voodoo and must be related to the Ancient Spirit Clan. Whether it is an enemy of the Ancient Spirit Clan or an ancestor of the Ancient Spirit Clan, you can act according to the circumstances. , each has its own use!”
When Tang Wanzhuang saw that he didn't take the medicine twice, she angrily said, "Just rest, I'll go and see you later."
Tang Wanzhuang was actually afraid that if he continued, he would come here with injuries, so she ran away without waiting for him to reply. Not long after leaving the house, I saw Cui Wenjing standing outside the courtyard, seemingly enjoying the scenery. Baoqin, who arrived early this morning, was standing guard outside the courtyard with a red face, not daring to let Cui Wenjing in.
Tang Wanzhuang's face turned red to her ears, and she pretended to be calm as she stepped forward to say hello: "How are you, Lord Ji..."
Cui Wenjing looked at her expressionlessly for a while, and finally said: "I am very good, but I am afraid that some people are not good, so I suggest you control it a little. Where is the injury number? Do you think you are invulnerable?
Tang Wanzhuang's face was in burning pain. She didn't know how to deal with her love rival at all, so she grabbed the hand holding Qin and ran away. The key is that she found her love rival by herself, and the main wife whom she acquiesced to, now seemed like nothing. I want to go back to the Demon Suppressing Division a year and a half ago, and slap Cui Yuanyang on the face of Chief Tang, who thought he had calculated everything and tricked Cui Yuanyang into going to Beimang, saying, "I asked you to plot."
Cui Wenjing watched the master and servant run away with a straight face, shook his head, and walked slowly through the door with his hands behind his back.
Zhao Changhe said: "I know you can't bear it... uh uh"
Cui Wenjing casually picked up the latch beside the door and walked over: "I can't bear to let you go. Seeing that you don't have enough rest, why don't you stay in bed for two more days?"
"Hey, hey, hey, Lao Cui, you...fuck you, help me."
"It's easy if you don't want to be beaten. Let's sit down and talk and set a wedding date?"
